hm.happy birthday jcc. i love you.
epic labor day weekend. i don't quite get it... i mean if we are all capable of having great epic fun weekends, why aren't people having them all the time? i mean everyone wants them, right? i s'pose that being in a funk might prevent you from feeling happy butt it really shouldn't- i mean everyone wants to have a great epic weekends. if everyone wants great epic weekends, why isn't everyone having great epic fun weekends every weekend? (except for like deaths, breakups, etc)
i don't get it it's like traffic. i don't get traffic. (except for like deaths, accidents, etc) if everyone keeps moving, what's the hode up?
that's all.
speaking of traffic, i headed out to boston on my great epic weekend via the fung wah bus. it's a ridiculous system. 15 bucks to boston from chinatown and the buses leave hourly. hourly to boston! that's like better than the L train after midnight!
anushow if i'd a woken up earlier i coulda hitched a ride with paul, butt i actually wanted to get the fung wah experience. plus there was a promise of a stop at mc donald's and i have a big weakness for mc donalds, butt usually don't eat it except on road trips, airports, or train rides. it's wonderful transit sustenance. well, the bus was moving right along and i was happy until we got near westchester. i guess hurricane ernesto knocked down a tree and traffic was brought to a halt for three hours. after about 5 hours it was getting to be ridiculous and seats were getting cramped and life was beginning to lose it's meaning. we finally took a detour and i got to my mc donalds heaven. full of cabin fever, i jumped out smoked a cigarette and took an extra second to get a little loopy. feeling loopy, i wandered into one of those heartland truckstop mc donald's with their own gift store and after being trapped for five hours on a bus next to some abercrombie and bitch doorknob, i was ready to spend 300 dollars at this truck stop to relax myself.
i get in the 80 person line, wait some more, and then when i'm about 5 people away, ernesto strikes again and the power goes out. the manager quickly shuts everything down saying all registers don't work. i quickly offered 5 bucks for a big mac and he no way. weird. any local store would easily taken that offer, butt when you're mc donald's i guess it doesn't make sense to not do things illogically and better to let the food spoil. although i doubt big mac's ever spoil...
dejected i walked back to the bus only to find my wanker of a bus neighbor chowing down on some fried chicken salad next to me. i guess he got in before the power shut down. then he has the audacity to be eating so fast that he drops an iceberg lettuce leaf on my foot and i was wearing flip flops! yugh! i mean first of all, don't go to mc donalds for the salad and second of all don't wear abercrombie next to me on an eight hour bus ride spilling your wet leaf on my naked foot while i'm savoring the last few morsels of flavor from my juicy fruit strip...
so i get to boston 8 hours later. this town of harvard, i'm expecting a town full of the guy i sat next on the bus, butt i go meet paul and johnny con carne at this party which turns out to make the bus ride completely worth it.
this party was reminiscent of those college parties at any college for that matter, butt mine was davis. big open backyard, bands playing, floor all muddied from the keg, and a bag of fungus. i initially was fatigued from being sick and tired from the trip up and wasn't too social, butt then varietae, a local performance art group, turned me out with songs like "lick a lotta puss" and the fungus hit and the rain came down and the party was awwwwwwwn!!!!
i danced with johnny con carne on his birthday (the reason why i made the arduos journey) and met plenty of freaks that were totally san francisco worthy and finally capped the night off talking to this angel of the azores. if i can remember she was azorean which is half-leper and half-gorilla and she eats with her hands unless they fall off. and takes two years to become friends. and m-e-d-e-i-r-o-s. oh yeah, and leprocy isn't contagious... quite a stunning smile in that hat i must say...
really fun party. thank you boston for the completely unexpected good time.
paul, jcc, and i capped the night off with the only restaurant open in boston after 10pm which was this chinese restaurant that was about 90 square feet and had 13 employees working at 4:30am.
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ay i went to go see spank rock at mc carren pool with girlhattan and king tee they totally rocked out. i think i love 'em... at least they put on a great live show. it was ape girl's birthday too. it was great seeing her... dope performance in a dope spot with dope friends.mad dope.
then i had to rush to nicki's to eat dinner and she hates it when i'm late. she made her replica of the our favorite new york sandwich, the mellawach sandwich from hoomoos asli. not the same, butt not a bad try nicksters... and sleep over because we were going surfing the next day. we went to grab some food at abdington market in the west village and walking her dog (beautiful prudence) she stopped to talk to someone. irritated because i had to go poo, i turned back to see what the hold up was. couldn't make him out and then when i got to close i realized it was keifer sutherland. i guess nicki was friends with him in LA when she was living out there. so it's like 5 days after he won his emmy. i'm like "hi, i'm poogene" he's like "nice to meet you, keifer" i noticed he had a very smooth forehead....
the next day, nicki and i went to go scope out some post-ernesto waves in long beach. again elliot made it a delight for us and nicki and i both got up like 15 times. it was a wonderful monday labor day. we soaked some sun, she got burnt, we got loopy and took the train home in time to walk prudence who hadn't poo'd in the house and throw out two dead mice in nicki's glue trap under her fridge. nicki ordered healthy pasta with heavy crea
m sauce and we watched she's the man, which was endearing enough and nicki loved it. she's wonderful... i love nicki.i rode home and stopped by onya's house who i hadn't seen since she got back from barcelona. that was nice. she was wearing some crazy dress she just bought for a buck and a neck brace. she's great. i love onyers
glorious epic beautiful weekend.
like all weekends should be.
poo!
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